8.05.2010

Goodbye, forever

I'm done posting here.
You can check out my new blog:

7.24.2010

Disclaimer:

The Road to El Dorado is not a good movie.
At all.
I was actually shocked at some of the stuff.
We put the kids to bed before it was over.

7.23.2010

It's Friday Night...

We are getting ready to watch The Road to El Dorado with the kids.
Hopefully it's a cute show.
Some snapshots of our day:
Hanging out on my lap. I'm enjoying this age so much.
Swimming in the backyard. Notice our dead grass.
Yeah.
Anyway.
Ben's been running a fever all day.
I know I've said it before, but that kid gets hot when he has a fever.
It was 103.7.
He seems fine now?
Guess I should have went to medical school before I had children.
Oops.
(I had a bunch of other stuff I was going to say...but now I don't feel like it. Off to cuddle.)

7.21.2010

Ramblings....

The youngest in our family has reached another milestone.
I'm sorry for not telling you yesterday.
She is so close to rolling over it's ridiculous.
She is just starting to fit into 3-6 month clothes.
(Which I think is perfect; I love when sizes and ages match up.)
For the most part, she is a very content baby.
She's a very, very fast eater. Nothing like Ben was.
She seems bigger everyday to me.
She still loves her swing.
(And I am grateful, otherwise I wouldn't get anything done!)
She is the most social baby I have ever been around.
I'm not exaggerating.
She will talk and talk and talk.
The minute anyone gives her attention she is all smiles.
It's wonderful.
She is a beauty.
(In my humble opinion.)
She has the most perfect skin. Not a flaw to be found.
I formerly had the flawless skin.
Then she was born.
I must have given it to her or something.
Someone told me once that for each baby you have you lose/change something.
When I had Charlotte it was my ears.
Now when I go in a plane or up in the mountains, I'm the one chewing gum and swallowing trying to get my ears to pop.
I can't pinpoint one specific thing that changed when I had Ben,
but my recovery after having him was horrible.
I'm sure that counts.
And now, Elizabeth Sue.
And my used-to-be-perfect-skin.
I could almost cry.
She's more than worth it, though.
I am still holding out for it to clear up when I'm finished nursing.
If not, it's on to more drastic measures...
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Libby is three months old and:
*I haven't gotten her pictures taken. This literally breaks my heart.
*I haven't sewed any onesies for her.
*I haven't gotten into a routine that keeps the house picked up/laundry put away/dishes done.
*I haven't lost my "baby weight". I'm not sure I can even call it that anymore.
*I haven't written like 5 or 6 thank you notes that are rudely overdue.